Strange Weather in Tokyo: A Novel

Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end. Whenever she came in here, Aomame felt as if she had lost all sense of time.

“You look freezing,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Yes.” I saw no point in denying it. “Are you planning on going anywhere?” “I have nowhere for going.” I tried to sound very pitiful.

Keiko Yamasuki woke up in the middle of the night to find herself alone, the sheets beside her cool. She got up, dressed, and went out the door. At first glance she saw her husband’s shadow in the bamboo grove in the yard, as usual. They had homes in England and in Japan, but Hines preferred his Japanese home. He said that the moonlight of the East